Woman

She gives her heart freelyto animals who need a voiceto humanity who need empathyshe knows not wherethe strength comes fromit is a natural part of her beingto give then give moreher heart seldom betrays heronly her fragile body weak and fracturedpale and lifelessblood flows and flows moredrains and distorts a tired braina woman needs to own her womba woman has to know her womba woman has no choice but to surrenderlime green walls do nothing to sootheminimal sunlight does nothing to warmautumn, I hear you slowly creep into my room each nightheavy is your auracolourful is your energyyou cling to my skina dull suffocation known only to thosewho lament summer's deathI wonder if the change of seasonis so unnerving to my sensesthat well being deteriorates at the very thought of long, dark nightscrisp chills to the air for another eternityI have to wonder as blood flows then flows morea woman needs to understand her sorrowa woman has to accept that waves crash on rocksa woman has no choice but to sometimes surrenderto the bitter and brutal depths

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Merry Meet all, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;)
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